When you spend your entire life running, your body forgets how to rest.
Juni woke up with a sharp gasp, her golden eyes snapping open as she sat up. For a split second, she expected to see the damp, glowing moss of the smuggler's cave. She expected to hear the shouts of mercenaries and the heavy thud of iron nets.
Instead, she saw sunlight pouring through floor-to-ceiling glass windows. She felt the ridiculous, cloud-like softness of silk sheets under her hands. And her knee, which had been throbbing with agony yesterday, felt completely fine.
She blinked, the memories of yesterday rushing back in a dizzying wave. The poachers. The shadows. The terrifying, beautiful man with the violet eyes.
Pip. Juni threw the covers off, her silver-tipped wings fluttering nervously behind her. She didn't bother changing out of the oversized, incredibly soft sleep-shirt Primrose had lent her. She just pushed her messy golden hair out of her face and hurried out of the guest suite.
